This is a song about "Pro one"

Too a quick morsel/slick with the writs also/you a rookie me im all pro/

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

But he bein a poser acting like a pro skater.

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

I call it speaking tongues

I'm a pro rapper, you battled once

I'm doing this shit quid pro quo like a charity throw.

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro